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End of the Beginning 1
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
You know the drill; this involves explicit sexual material and, most
shockingly of all, lesbianism that does not necessarily serve as a
precursor to heterosexual sex. Censors, evangelicals, and homophobes need
not apply. As for the rest, I hope you enjoy it, and please let me know
what you think. This is my first crack (heh) at this brand of fiction and
I'm not yet sure what's good and what's bad.
End of the Beginning, Chapter One
Piles of white in even rows, the brown of the desktop stretching
beneath, yellow phone, red pen, manila folder open to a name. "Louisa.
That's a pretty name. Is it Italian?"
The girl looked up through long lashes and then away, shrugging
expansively. "I don't know. Everyone calls me Lou."
Dana smiled. "But Lou's a boy's name. You're too pretty to have a
boy's name." Her eyes really were beautiful, a fascinating shade of gray
(or were they blue?), and shifting restlessly as she examined the office
around her. Eyes that rolled theatrically in response to the compliment.
The girl sat in silence, focusing entirely on her shoes.
Dana shrugged. Back to business. She looked again through the
girl's file, and at the letter from the teacher that had made this meeting
a necessity. "You're an excellent student, Lou," Dana said, her eyes
flitting over the pages of A's and B's stretching out over two full
years. "Until now you've been a model for the other students." She
paused and looked up, brushing thick brown hair away from her forehead in
a gesture that meant business. "So what's the problem?"
The girl was silent for a time, still avoiding eye contact. "I don't
know," she finally mumbled.
"I think you do. No one starts flunking their classes overnight for
no reason." She paused, and her voice softened. "Whatever it is, you can
tell me."
She was met with silence. OK, the direct approach won't work. Dana
tried a new tack.
"Obviously you're smart enough. Your lowest grades are in the Mickey
Mouse courses; when you're challenged you get straight A's. So it's not
lack of brains." Still silence, though the girl did look up at last. She
really was very pretty, with short brown hair that flowed like water
around a gentle, oval face. Another few years, when nature and time added
a figure to that face, she would be something very special. Very special
indeed.
"Your teacher here says you're not concentrating. That you seem
distracted most of the time, and your assignments show a lack of effort."
She took a note out from the bottom of the folder, and glanced at it
briefly. "And here I have a note from Mrs. Johnson, saying that she found
you in the girl's room, crying. She says you seemed very upset, but that
you wouldn't tell her what was the matter." She looked closely at the
girl, who this time held her gaze in a sort of defiance. "Do you want to
talk about it now?"
"No." The response was final, but it was belied by the gray eyes
that held Dana's gaze for a long moment. She wants to talk, Dana
thought. She just doesn't trust me yet.
"OK, we'll talk about something else," she lied. "What do you do for fun?"
The girl seemed confused. "Fun?"
Dana laughed. "You're aware of what fun is, right? Outside of
school. What do you do with your friends?"
Lou shrugged. "I don't know. Stuff. Hang out. Movies."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No!" It was almost a shout, and immediately Lou looked
embarrassed. "I mean, that's a laugh. Me with a boyfriend. Right."
Now we're getting somewhere, Dana thought. "I don't see what's so
funny about it. Don't you like boys? Because it's OK if you do--."
"I like boys fine," Lou said, her voice a challenge. "It's just they
don't like me too much."
The puzzle began to fall into place for Dana, and mentally she ran
down the list: teenage insecurity, a changing body, confusing new
desires, low self-esteem. She had dealt with hundreds of girls just like
Lou, and knew that with a gentle hand she could lead her out of the
private torment that now confined her. Inwardly her mind categorized the
girl and her distress; outwardly she did her best to project
understanding and compassion.
"That's hard to believe. You're very pretty, you know."
Lou blushed and turned away, pleased at the compliment but not yet
ready to accept it. Her defenses rallied: "Yeah, right. Like you're
going to tell me what you really think."
"I do think that." And she did. Maybe it was the counsellor-student
relationship, maybe it was the very real sympathy that she had for this
girl and her present heartbreak. Or maybe it was something more, but she
was acutely aware of the brightness of Lou's eyes, the suppleness of her
hair, and part of her began to wonder how soft that skin would feel
beneath the touch of her hand... .
Abruptly she banished those thoughts; to the matter at hand. What
had she been saying? "I do think you're attractive. Uh..." Oh, she
shouldn't have said that!
Too late. "Really?" Lou asked, and smiled for the first time. They
were making real progress; backtracking now could cause real harm. Come
what may, Dana thought, this is the path I have to take.
She smiled. "Yes, very much." That was the plain truth, at least.
"You're a very pretty girl, and you're going to be a very beautiful, very
sexy young woman. That is going to happen; all you have to do is believe
in yourself."
Lou smiled again, and looked shyly at the floor again. "I think
you're very pretty, too."
Dana's heart beat very heavily once, twice, measuring the time as she
considered her response. Too late to turn back; with the third beat she
smiled again, letting Lou see her real pleasure and excitement. "I'm glad
to hear that."
The silence that was sure to follow would have been unbearable, so
Dana stood abruptly and walked to the door. Michael, forgive me, she
thought silently to the husband waiting at home. At least it's in a good
cause.
She locked the door.
Once her mind was made up there was no need for consideration, no
chance to weigh the options and choose her path. She had only to follow
the call of her body: move there, touch this, do it now. Lou was looking
at the floor again, perhaps frightened to find herself on the brink of
something so totally new, but a gentle hand beneath the chin brought her
face upwards to meet Dana's in descent. Their lips meshed gently, so
softly, yet the force that shuddered through both of their bodies was
electric. Dana's tongue explored Lou's mouth, then ran along the surface
of the girl's teeth and twisted with the tongue that crept stealthily out
to meet her. She could hear moaning, but did not know whose sound it was.
At first there was the self-consciousness of unfamiliar experience,
but soon Dana was lost in the totality of the kiss. There was no
mature-immature, counselor-student distinction to divide them, only two
lovers who desperately craved the other's touch. Their mouths were
pressed urgently together now, their arms wrapped tightly around each
other's slender form. Dana knelt between Lou's legs and pressed her back
into the chair so that the girl's front legs lifted slightly from the
floor. Her hands moved to Lou's waist, found the bottom of her shirt, and
lifted it upward.
The shirt was loose and came easily away. Lou lifted her arms to
allow it smooth passage and threw back her head as Dana took a nipple in
her mouth. The girl's breasts were small but firm, and Dana nipped
playfully at them as her hands explored beneath the top of Lou's jeans.
Soon nimble fingers undid buttons and snaps and the denim slipped away
from slender legs that spread wide in eager anticipation. There was no
more conscious volition in Dana's mind now, no plans, no stratagems. Only
a body that she wanted, a girl she wished to please, and two legs that
circled her head as her kisses eased gradually towards Lou's most inward
place. Her hands moved up to cup the girl's breasts as her tongue worked
skillfully over Lou's clitoris. She could hear the girl come once, twice,
three times or more but still she worked, sucking greedily at the sexual
fount.
Finally the well was dry and Lou, exhausted sagged back over the
chair like a rag doll. Dana desperately needed release, but she knew it
couldn't be here, like this. "Get dressed, honey," she said, her voice a
little hoarse. "I've got some homework for you."
FINIS
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